The five-year-old I nanny was bragging about his tree climbing skills to a friend of mine. He said, “Yeah, I took tree climbing Read the rest of this entry
Here’s a mishmash of some great lines from children:
“Wooo! It’s stinky in here!” -Lucy, four-years-old, after pooping on the potty.
Also Lucy: “My lips are wiggly.” Me: “Why are they wiggly?” L: “Because they’re sticking out.” Me: “Why are they sticking out?” L: “Because they’re getting old.” Overhearing too many of her parents’ conversations, perhaps?
I gave each of my three girls, ages six, four, and 19 months, a little hot chocolate. The oldest said, “It doesn’t taste very good to me, but the kids like it.” Read the rest of this entry
When my daughter was about four or five, visiting her grandmother, my mom was telling her about her family. My daughter was asking questions about my mother’s mom and dad. My mom told her that her mother was still alive, but her father, whom my daughter had never met, had died. A few minutes later MY father walked into the room and my daughter yelled, Read the rest of this entry
It all started with the nighttime prayers when my five-year-old prayed that her bothersome loose tooth would come out soon. It was only a little bit loose, mind you.
Then, at tooth brush time, for the first time in days, she didn’t say, “Be careful of my loose tooth.” She had been saying this at every teeth brushing for the past several days. At the previous brushing, I finally told her, “I know. You don’t have to tell me every time,” with just the slightest bit of irritation.
As you’ve probably already guessed, because she didn’t say it, I forgot about the loose tooth and managed to clock it with the princess electric toothbrush she got from the dentist. Ah, the irony.
It started bleeding and was now very loose. I grabbed a square of toilet paper to wrap around it, and, naturally, the tooth fell out between my fingers. She mewed a bit when I showed it to her. “See how quickly God answered your prayer?!” She actually perked at that.
Invisible high-five for me.
Tucked snuggly in her bed, tooth safely stowed under her pillow, the bleeding having stopped, my daughter said, Read the rest of this entry
“Why aren’t you playing with your new Prince Philip doll?” I asked my seven-year-old.
“Because he’s grumpy,” she responded.
“Why is he grumpy?” Read the rest of this entry
“Let’s all draw some things that remind us of home,” one student proposed one day. “I’m going to draw a pink flamingo.”
Teaching a lesson, prior to being hired for the kindergarten position, I was passing out chalk to the students for a lesson activity, and after setting it on the desk of one of the boys, he looked up at me and said emphatically, “I love you.”
I asked my children if they were hungry, and my four-year-old daughter replied, “‘I am,’ said the girl with the purple glasses.” Then the next day she said to me, Read the rest of this entry
I recently shared a cute story about my oldest here (and probably in multiple other posts on this blog), but last night my second child, the five-year-old, did a couple of things worth sharing. The first is cute. The second is, well, see for yourself.
After tucking L. into her bed last night, I bid my final farewell from the doorway. “Good night, Sweet Pea,” I said.
“Mom, what’s your favorite kind of fruit,” she suddenly asked me.
“Uuum… Probably strawberries,” I responded, somewhat puzzled. Read the rest of this entry
Right now you’re thinking, “You’re kidding me, right? How can shopping on the craziest consumer holiday of the year be blissful?” Did I find fantastic unbelievable deals? Not really. Where the stores and parking lots miraculously near-empty just for me? Hardly. Did my husband and I get to buy Christmas presents for our children without them being in tow? Bingo!
We dropped the kids off at their aunt and uncle’s house for three glorious hours as we bought princesses, a princess bike, a princess helmet, princesses, art supplies, princesses, a couple of games, and, oh yes, a princess book. (Did I mention we have three young girls?)
So, with everything safely hidden in the trunk of our car, we collected our children after their fun-filled time with their cousins. All was well. We had pulled off our Christmas coup until later in the day my perceptive seven-year-old asked, “Did you go Christmas shopping for us?”
I tried to deflect slyly by saying, “Maybe.”
She looked at me for a moment and said, Read the rest of this entry